heeseung never imagined falling for someone five years older than him, but there he was, utterly captivated by you. you were unlike anyone he’d ever met — confident, independent, and entirely out of his league, or so he thought. to him, you weren’t just his noona; you were the person who made his heart race in a way he couldn’t control.

it started when you joined his group’s creative team as a choreographer. your presence was magnetic. you weren’t just beautiful; you carried yourself with a grace and maturity that made heeseung feel like a clumsy kid in comparison. but he didn’t mind. he wanted to be near you, to impress you, to make you see him as more than just a dongsaeng.

heeseung found himself lingering after practice, waiting for moments when he could talk to you. you’d laugh at his silly jokes and ruffle his hair, calling him “cute,” which only made his feelings for you grow. he wanted to be more than cute to you. he wanted to be someone you could lean on, someone you could see as an equal.

one evening, after a long day of rehearsals, heeseung found you sitting alone in the studio. the lights were dim, and the city lights outside painted the room in soft hues. he hesitated before approaching, his heart pounding.

“noona,” he said softly, his voice betraying his nerves. you looked up, smiling warmly.

“what is it, heeseung?”

he sat beside you, close but not too close. “can i tell you something?”

you nodded, curiosity in your eyes.

“i… i think i’m in love with you.”

the room grew silent, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. you blinked, surprised, before a soft chuckle escaped your lips.

“heeseung-ah, you’re so sweet,” you said, though there was a hint of something deeper in your tone. “but i’m older than you.”

he met your gaze, determination shining in his eyes. “i don’t care about the age difference. you’re the one i want.”